“I was” Lip desperately reiterated. “He kept knocking me around, I told pops, he didn’t do anything and Russ kept pushing and I punched him.” The boy almost looked disappointed, but most of all frustrated with the situation.

“Sometimes,” Rory said honestly. “And sometimes I’d wish I could use my magic to get back at him. Anything really to get back at him. But then I realized that he just was upset that he would never get to experience what we do. And that I was the lucky one.”

Lip couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that, a large grin spreading across his face. The moment passed quickly however, the smile falling as he looked down at his hands. “I wish he didn’t have to do that stuff.”